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Tuesday, 29 November 2016

Cheeky Fakers!

You are entering a world of pain. A dark forest in which
Little Red Riding Hood is swallowed whole by the wolf and instantly dies, to be
slowly digested along with grandma as the wolf sleeps off his repast. There
is no woodcutter, there is no happy ending. Nature gets its way and they stay
dead forever. Is that what you want? Is it? Is it? Well then if you want the
happy ending you have to listen up and do what you are told, else it’s the
dark, dark woods of truth for you!

It’s only a story, but the swirling mists of
disinformation thrive on the primal desire for happy endings and the fear of
being thought a bad person. Any deviation from the narrowly defined path is met
with stern stares and dirty labels; descriptions such as psychopath and misfit
are anathema to a race comprised of individuals who, above anything, want to
fit in. So a long litany of epithets exists whose sole purpose is to mark out
an individual as a dangerously different from the supposedly settled will of
the masses.

Being berated as a racist is losing ground though, as
ever more tiny transgressions against approved thought are called out as
racist. Wanting to live among people like yourself has been denounced once too
often as evidence of ‘far-right’ allegiances when in fact it is nothing more
than wanting to feel comfortable and safe. The increasingly desperate lies that
organisations like Tell Mama promulgate are beginning to look unhinged; those
who cry wolf without a thought are themselves becoming marginalised and
irrelevant.

The campaign to leave the EU was never waged by a government in waiting. The referendum
wasn’t an election and the suggestion that what we paid to the EU for no net
return could be spent here at home on one of the institutions held most dear by
the lefties and remainers was only ever that, a suggestion an idea, a possibility. And a clever one at
that, in the scheme of things, as it focused attention on how our hard-won
public finances were spent. It was a story to appeal to a target audience and it may
have done the trick.

Attempts to now call ‘broken promise’ when the promise
was in nobody’s gift is disingenuous at best, downright dishonest in reality.
But if you honestly thought you were saving the NHS by voting out and now completely
regret that decision then frankly you ought not to be voting at all. This is
just another fairy tale the remainers cling to, that out-voters didn’t know
what they were voting for, while, presumably, in-voters were marvellously well-informed
and competent to exercise their ballot.

Among the other lies – and there are many - confected by
the losers is the idea that the right is rising. But there is no real organised
right as such; the only organised politics is leftist in origin and using terms
like ‘far-right’ and ‘extreme-right’ is just driving the wedge deeper between
politics and people. All that’s really happening is that the ‘man in the street’
tired of being ignored is saying okay, you’ve had your fun but the world cannot
function on advisers and focus groups and studies and experts in things nobody
needs to understand. We need machines and tools and food and stuff grounded in
reality and all of that requires real work not fancy words.

But still the war of words continues as the increasingly fake
news site, The Guardian, does its bit by helping to create the story rather than
just telling it. In a preposterous piece of naked propaganda it spins the yarn that
in the aftermath of Saint Jo Cox’s death 50,000 tweets ‘celebrated’ her death.
Notwithstanding the fact that this number pales into insignificance against the
numbers who burned effigies in the streets on Margaret Thatcher’s demise or wish
death on Tories on a daily basis, the story is based not on rejoicing in her
death but rather refuting the canonisation of a politician not in tune with her
party’s core supporters.

"What a big tongue you have, Grand-mama!"

"All the better to lie to you with..."

And never knowingly out band-wagonned, Sunny Hundal leaps
aboard the Jo Cox Express to denounce the new Ukip leader as soon as his win is announced with his claim that Paul Nuttall is metaphorically marching death squads to
the doors of other Labour incumbents. The hyperbole is almost deafening as the story-tellers of
the mesmerised try to maintain their hold on their listeners, while increasingly
losing their grip on reality. But it's time to let reality back in. The big, bad wolf won... get over it.